Chapter 13
Emmeline
Explosive heat spiraled between us.
My skin was awash with tiny prickles of electricity from the incredible kiss as well as the embarrassment of having him rip off my dress. Standing in only a lacy bra and thong, I was taken aback by the way he was looking at me.
My nipples were rock hard, pressing though the thin material and I could tell by his expression that he knew exactly how aroused his presence made me. My thighs were clenched, my panties already damp.
As he took a step away, he inhaled, allowing a sly smile to curl across his handsome face.
I’d never presumed that the years of teasing Donatello would lead to anything other than serious flirtation after a typical round of bickering.
Which we did better than any old married couple I’d ever heard about. I also hadn’t anticipated that he’d be the one to find me in Rio. I’d hoped to be left completely alone.
Or so I’d thought, but his kiss, the extreme heat of his touch and the way he’d looked at me all night had pulled aside the lies I’d told myself. I’d wanted him to find me. Why deny the obvious? Why try to pretend anything other than the truth?
I was backed against the edge of the table, biting my lower lip to keep from laughing. He’d certainly never been a man considered as having any real patience. That was evident by the way he tossed the bowl of fruit to the floor.
Everything about this man screamed of danger, that even I should run away, but for different reasons. Maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Yes, I had an affinity for the bad boys. I always had, but Donatello took that idea to another level.
When he peeled the shirt over his head, I was once again given a full view of his sculpted chest. And holy shit, the man was built like no other. I knew he worked out. I’d seen him at the gym since it was the same one I went to. But my God, I was floored at how impressive his muscles were.
Seeing him up close took my breath away.
“What’s wrong, sweet Ambrosia? Too much to handle?” He tossed the material aside and crowded my space, planting his hands on either side of me on the table.
“You must have me mistaken for someone else.”
While he’d always been a take charge kind of man, tonight he was different. It had all started with the tie.
“No, I don’t think so. A little lady with a big mouth. If you’re not careful, I’ll have to stuff it full of something to keep you quiet.”
“Is that what you really want? To keep me quiet?”
Using a single finger, he dared roll the tip around my nipple, creating an impossibly intense throb deep within my core. “I simply think your mouth could be put to better use than challenging me. Now, what type of punishment do you deserve for driving me crazy?”
“You mean in the bar?”
The way he slowly drifted the same finger to my other breast was as stimulating as the scent of his aftershave.
He’d always had a manly scent, woodsy with a hint of moss and fresh rainwater, but tonight, I was close to being intoxicated. When he dared flick his finger across my hardened bud, I bit back a moan, but I knew that wouldn’t last for long.
“For tormenting me for years.” His deep voice penetrated my eardrums, the brusque sound, while whispered, holding an intensity I hadn’t heard before.
He leaned me over, forcing me to slam one hand against the table. I pressed the other against his chest, marveling in the buildup of heat. As I caressed his skin, he studied me with a sly smile crawling across his face. “You deserved all the teasing.”
When he nuzzled his face into my neck, I tried to keep from making a single sound.
I failed.
His heated breath was dazzling and I closed my eyes, my breathing irregular. “Why is that?”
“Because you were never available.”
“And now?”
“I don’t know. You tell me?”
He nipped my earlobe before darting his tongue into the shell of my ear. My knees nearly buckled and I was so lightheaded I couldn’t focus. He knew he had complete control over me, both body and soul.
When I shuddered audibly, he chuckled hearing the sound before dragging his tongue down the length of my neck.
I was floored by the increasing sensations, which were not only completely electrified but soothing as well.
The combination was enough that juice trickled from my pussy, my muscles clenching and releasing several times.
If this was his idea of foreplay, he was brilliant in his actions.
Yet I tried to push him away, only finding myself losing my edge with him.
“What are you going to do?” I was breathless, barely able to speak coherently. Of all the time I’d longed for a moment just like this, I was shocked how incredible he made me feel.
“An easy answer. Anything I want.”
I hadn’t realized he’d slipped his hand behind my back until he pulled one strap of my bra down my shoulder. With utter deftness, he managed to tug the delicate piece of lingerie away without shredding the lace, grinning as soon as he did.
“You’re so bad and this is my house. Well, my rental house. I could tell you to leave.”
“True, you could. That doesn’t mean I’d do as you ask.” He pulled the lace to his mouth and nose, taking a deep whiff before tossing it to the side.
I’d never felt so deliriously defenseless around a man. He was orchestrating every move, taking full control and there was nothing I could do about it. “I could order you.”
“Therein lies the crux of the issue. I don’t follow your orders, dolce Ambrosia. Therefore, I have full autonomy of my actions and every decision made.”
I managed to press my palm against his chest, but he wasn’t budging. “Pagherai per i tuoi peccati.”
You will pay for your sins.
His laugh was dark and ominous, the tone tickling all my senses.
“I can’t wait for you to try and make that happen.” When he lowered his head again, he dragged his tongue from one side of my jaw to the other. It was a smokescreen for something else. I quickly learned that when he lifted his hand, his fingers covered in icing.
A short laugh escaped, my pulse entirely too fast. That’s the kind of effect he had on me. When I tried to push him away with both hands, he was forced to catch me before I lost my balance, but he was quick on his feet, also swiping my nipple with the chilly frosting as he did.
Everything he did had a hypnotizing effect, and I slammed both hands against the table once again, this time arching my back. He took my actions as a blatant invitation, leaning over and wrapping his wet lips around my aching nipple.
“Oh, shit.” I threw my head back, fighting to remain upright. His mouth was so hot I was shocked at the intense vibrations tickling my senses. I couldn’t think clearly, buzzing from our connection in a way that didn’t seem possible.
He took his time, licking the icing with a tongue that seemed more like a substantial weapon than a tool of passion. This certainly couldn’t be classified as romance, but I honestly didn’t think that after tonight I would enjoy anything but raw, uninhibited, and very rough sex.
Because I knew that’s exactly what this man was going to provide.
I’d waited for so long for him to touch me, creating the craziest of fantasies and he wasn’t disappointing in the least.
While he was sucking and nipping one aching, hardened bud, he rolled his icing-covered finger around the other. Even as much as I wanted to continue playing with him, showing him that everything he craved would be difficult to obtain, I couldn’t move.
Donatello took his time, finally dragging his tongue to my other nipple. This time, he bit down, forcing me to cry out in surprise. But the hint of pain was incredible, keeping me in a state of ecstasy.
When he was finished assaulting my nipples, with a single push he forced me to lie back onto the table. I didn’t dare try to fight him even as my face flushed from embarrassment.
Rising to his full height, he stood over me while licking remnants of icing off his lips. He was without a doubt the most handsome man I’d ever laid eyes on. He knew it too, his cocky actions all night long exactly as I’d expected.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when he scooped additional frosting on his thick fingers, rolling both between my breasts before circling my bellybutton. When I dared try to cover my breasts, suddenly nervous around him, he shoved my hands aside.
“Never hide yourself from me, princess. Never. I’ve waited for ten years to lay eyes on your beauty.”
The man was a charmer at least to women. I’d heard him in action several times over the years, but there was something in his eyes that kept me electrified.
With some icing still on his fingers, he rolled them around my lips, arching a brow until I pursed them open.
The same smile from before was accompanied by a twinkle in his eyes.
I sucked on his finger while studying the raven on his chest, the bird’s red eye a perfect representation of his intensity.
And his brutality.
But while forceful, with me he’d already allowed his guard to fall. So had I.
Only when I’d sucked his fingers clean did he once again plant his palms on the table, taking his time leaning over.
Very slowly he shook his head before darting out his tongue. I struggled to watch as he dragged the tip between my breasts, snagging every inch of the white cream cheese frosting. When he reached my bellybutton, I sucked in and held my breath, still trembling from his powerful hold over me.
He took his time as before, acting as if the taste was the sweetest thing he’d ever had. When he was finished, he rubbed his arm across his mouth on purpose.
Studying him added to the excitement. His grin widened as he slipped his fingers under the thin elastic of my thong. Acting as if he had all the time in the world, he tugged the lacy material over my hips, taking way too much time to lower them to my feet.
By the time he pulled them free, I was shaking all over from both excitement and a crazy rush of adrenaline.